The Far Less Child

The Far Less Child It was not through muscle flesh or sinew Or through thought It did not come from aching joints or from slow pulse of blood Nor from silence or from heavy eyes did it come A tiredness A weariness that echoed beyond breath or lung Went on to permeate and suffuse entirely Seemingly all that I am It issued and filled and dispersed from my heart From my heart This jaded and solemn pall did come As cold I sat without reason Unable to trace a moment of truth and warmth As if all in moments of love had passed Leaving me void, empty and barren I could not recall any moment of happiness That had not been tainted No smile that was given That was not filled with lies and delusion While all those dreams and wishes were swept away And hope relented All the more the silence echoed Into the vacant space at my side Through a slow single beat Was this ennui’s rhythm birthed To leave me in a world peopled and populace In a night and day of communion and converse I sat frozen Devoid And alone There was no belief that had not been betrayed No joy in creation No exhilaration in knowing deity All I touched became a misused and broken heart And my soul wept As this aching sadness swept Through my veins There was nothing to crave, nothing to do Accept plead for a moment of peace Please A moment of peace